i'm working with the san francisco police. that's why i'm here. i'm not some crazy, fanatical groupie. god, i can't believe i'm actually talking to you. - i'm natalie teeger. i'm mr. monk's assistant. - natalie. natalie. why are you wiping? - tell you later? - how do you feel? - i feel very lucky. - of course. - and scared to death. - of course. - i'm sorry, i'm kim kelly. i'm christine's publicist. can i talk to you for a moment? - sure. i'm just gonna. - um... i'm sorry i didn't recognize you. i've heard your name, of course. you've helped a lot of people, haven't you? - well-- - i'm scared to death, mr. monk. the person who did this, he isn't gonna stop. someone's been sending her letters, horrible letters, ever since she started writing her book. - yes, yes, the captain did mention that. - the police say it's just an overzealous fan. we thought so too, but after this, she needs a bodyguard. - bodyguard, right. - someone we can trust. i know you're busy. - oh, i'll do it. - okay. $1,000 a week, is that fair? - hmm. it's a deal, i can't pay it a